Poetry: Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

– Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare

Review: My Brother My Sister: Story of a Transformation by Molly Haskell [2013]

Everything is relative. Sexuality is a sliding scale – men at one end, women at the other – and each of us are positions somewhere on that scale. Mentally, I believe gender is similar; as a society we (frustratingly) characterise the world as male or female, and who really fits into those generic singular gender types? Very few people I know.

I am fully behind any man or woman who wants to change sex – I want everyone to be comfortable and accepted as/for who they are. I will be honest, I have not met (knowingly) anyone transgender, so if I do write anything ignorant, uninformed or downright ridiculous here (which I will endeavour not to) please do let me know.

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